Muslim Woman Insults American Flag Pin On Cashier But These Patrons Will Have None Of It
Hunter Green, proud countryman, father of a veteran patriot of the Iraq War, had the opportunity to tell a rude, anti-American, burqa wearing witch that she could take her ludicrous insults back to the land from whence she came.
While standing in a California grocery store check-out line, behind his son, Green observed a burqa clad Jihadette (?) mouth off and take issue with the checker’s American flag lapel-pin. The checker responded that she will always wear her pin.
Burqa-woman then asked when will we stop bombing her country. Seriously. She is here, in our country, shopping in our store without a man dragging her around, speaking out in a land where she won’t get her ass beat, let along killed by said man, and has the nerve to insult an American. A woman no less.
Green took matters into his own hands and spoke up. He chastised her and told her thousands of our soldiers died to give her the right to come here and have the freedom to speak such as she was.
He rounded up by saying;
“But, hey, if you have now learned how to speak out so loudly and clearly, I’ll gladly buy you a ticket and pay your way back to Iraq so you can straighten out the mess in YOUR country that you are obviously here in MY country to avoid.”
He is absolutely right. These immigrants come here to escape hell and then they sit here fat, dumb, and happy, and accuse us of fighting back against a bloody war, they started!
What is profound is that these women do nothing about it. They have had centuries of living shackled to abusive men, in a land of the 7th century, used as breeding cows in harems, purchased or traded as pre-teens, raped, and tossed aside, meaning killed when those Cretans tire of them.
Have they never heard the term, “The guy’s gotta sleep sometime”?
Green is right; she is the problem. She left her country behind, doing nothing to change the throwback lifestyle, thereby facilitating the evil, then comes here as a refugee only to bitch.
You want to live within a black sheet peering out from an eye-slit, go back to your land of dirt and rocks and enjoy.